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“Chris,” His name slipped from my lips without intention. My head pushed back into the soft pillow; my spine bowed in desperation. Arching my hips into his hand as, he pleasured me with the slowest strokes of his fingers. I felt his smile against my neck before I heard his steady voice whisper over my flushed skin.
“Not yet, Babydoll.” I gritted my teeth against his wishes. My body was singing for him as he played it like an instrument, only he’d been playing for so long now that I was teetering on the brink. Every nerve ending screamed for release that he wouldn’t allow. My fingers curled around his forearm, feeling the muscles and tendons move under my grip. I needed to cum; another moment of balancing on this sharp edge would surely shatter me. His fingers drew back, leaving me panting, and I watched him swirl his wet fingers around my stiff nipple. Coating it in the visible need he caused.
“Not yet, Babydoll.”
“Please,” The word was broken and breathless. We both watched his fingers, slippery as they molded around my sensitive nipple. I should have been embarrassed by how wide open my legs were spread for him, at how I clung to his wrist, torn between pushing him to give me what I wanted and pulling him away from what would definitely end me. His strong body supported me as I sprawled on his lap, my body completely open to however he wished to touch me.
“You really are impatient.” He mused and plucked my nipple. I let out another desperate sound, and he covered my mouth with his. Those wicked fingers trailed back down my belly and over my mound. Parting my lower lips while his tongue slipped into my mouth. He swallowed my moans, and I writhed against him. Two fingers sunk in and curled up over my G-spot. The motion made my body tremble so hard, and my knees tried to pull closed. His other hand held my thighs down, and he broke the kiss to look at me. “Let me watch you cum for me.”
Permission now granted; my body didn’t wait. I felt the tight grasping of my pussy around his fingers, pulling him in deeper as I lost control of my own body. He’d built my pleasure up, made it wait as it swelled, then owned it now as he granted the release. I tried to keep my gaze on his as the undertow of pleasure ripped me from myself. Bliss exploded inside of me, and I couldn’t even breathe as he continued coaxing my climax to further heights.
Again, his name was all that could slip through the haze. “Chris!”
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